Alexa grinned at the krogan. Kali had said he was Urdnot Raze; if that was true then he was definitely [i]not[/i] someone to fuck with. Alexa had heard enough stories about Raze from Afterlife to know better than to find her way to his bad side. Regardless, he seemed like a no nonsense kind of guy; exactly the kind of guy Alexa could work with. She nodded in response to Raze's monotonous threat, replying simply, "Understood."

To her astonishment, Alexa found herself calmed slightly by Kali's hand on her shoulder. Her body loosened up slightly, and Alexa actually found herself relaxing. [i]Bullshit,[/i] Alexa thought, eyeing Kali out of the corner of her eye. Whether Alexa liked it or not, she did have a heightened level of respect for the asari, and it was manifesting itself in perhaps the most uncomfortable way it could for Alexa. Dammit. This was going to be a problem. Alexa didn't like the idea of friends. Or the idea that maybe, just maybe, she saw some sort of screwed up mother figure in Kali. Alexa sidelined the thought, for the time being. She could self-analyze later; for now there were better things to worry about.

Alexa turned to the turian next. Arlius. The girl looked like she was just about ready to fall apart on them. Alexa sighed; every one of them was there for a reason, but it would've been nice if they all at least had a little more composure. "Stay out of the line of fire. You pack some serious firepower there, but I'm willing to bet you barely know what you're doing with it." Alexa considered Arlius' skillset. She had always had a small level of respect for people with strong tech expertise; they did something that she couldn't, and Alexa had to respect that. "You do what you do best and you stay alive doing it. Everyone's happier that way."

Finally, Alexa addressed the quarian, Kerr'Shal. She didn't know him either, but he cut out the bullshit like Raze, and Alexa liked that. "It'd be great if we [i]could[/i] get going, but we don't even have a solid plan yet." Alexa paused. The new kids had no idea what they were planning for, did they?

"We're meeting a salarian named Yarsin Pizora. Michael here picked out his name from a list of the Puppetmasters' contacts. Before you three showed up, our plan was that Michael and I would meet with him while Kali waited for things to go to shit. We're expecting an ambush," Alexa paused, allowing the information to sink in. "Now that you three are here, an ambush shouldn't be worth shit against us." Alexa glanced at everyone in their "team." She used that term loosely; every one of them was on edge. Except for Kali. Kali never really seemed to give a shit about anything.

"I'm thinking we don't change the plan much. We don't want to scare Pizora off, so Michael and I will be the only ones to meet him. Everyone else can find somewhere to hide and watch our backs if this meeting gets too hot." It seemed like the most reasonable plan. Of course, with this bunch, Alexa was already expecting some sort of rebuttal. "We don't take orders from you!" or "What makes you qualified to come up with plans, you human trash!" were common retorts. Alexa's all time favorite was from a batarian Aria had assigned to her for a job: "You are a blight! I take no orders from blights!" She really needed to get rid of that batarian extremist that was hanging around Afterlife all the time.